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“O Captain, My Captain” – My Day Back at School

This evening, I have to make a speech to some school leavers. I am rummaging around my head, working out what I want to say to the young and hopeful that may be of any importance whatsoever. I am not … Continue reading

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The Socialist Search for the Lilliputian Yorkshire Pudding…and the pheromones of Farage

When the mainstream media left asks what has become of the Labour Party, it fails to notice that it has also lost its stomach for a fight and chosen to hang around gallery openings, waving at Grayson Perry while eating … Continue reading

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The Poltergeist that was Mince and Onion… haunting mince and onion

Last night, I was kept wake by the smell of mince. The smell of mince had first come into my day as I approached lunch at the BBC cafeteria. It smelt liked mince cooked in an armpit. Once it was … Continue reading

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Waiting for the Confirmation of Derision

We all have different thicknesses of carapace. With performers, some have carapaces of tensile steel, they possess a certainty which means that even the ugly gig or awry performance can be shrugged off. I have seen some who have almost … Continue reading

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My Baby JG Ballard Days – stand ups and horror and why the two meet.

When it came to toys, I was the luckiest child. I didn’t have a Six Million Dollar Man doll or an Action Man tank, there was no Stretch Armstrong or Mousetrap, but I did have a real sheep’s skull, with … Continue reading

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Has Your Inner Monologue Got an Accent?

I have two recurring thoughts that seem to be a daily event. One, is while staring out of a train window, I look at all the trees and think about the remarkable variety of life on the planet. I look … Continue reading

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An Awfully Banal Adventure – I See No Portillo

Standing on the last off-peak train, cunningly disguised as peak due to the nose to hairline to toe to elbow to toe again proximity of the humans aboard, I made a rough headcount of my carriage. Somewhere between 100 and … Continue reading

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